towerofanimus | This Is A Joke, Right?

Characters: Sam Winchester [

xbludjunkie] and EVERYONE!
Setting: The dorms
Format: Whichever, don‘t cur. I'll match it.
Summary: Sam just woke up, and he's pretty confused. Prepare for interrogation if you approach.
Warnings: PG-13 for language maybe.

Waking up in a unfamiliar room wasn't alarming. Blank walls and laying on an uncomfortable bed? Yeah, that was pretty normal. See, he was used to traveling from motel room to motel room with his brother, so his initial response was to roll out of bed and start getting ready; either to go get caffeination and wake his previously mentioned brother up, or try getting ready while avoiding the walking embodiment of a health hazard that was his brother.

Except then he remembered he had fallen asleep at Bobby's yesterday, and that he so hadn't fallen asleep in these clothes.

No really, what in all of Hades was he wearing?

Panic? Nah, Sam didn't panic. He hunted things that made nightmares pale and fidgety, and so was kind of over the whole panic thing. He was a little anxious to figure out how he got here though. Immediately he got out of the bed to look around, noticing three very important things right out of the gate. One, he obviously wasn't alone since there were other beds here, two, he obviously hadn't come here on his own because he didn't pack via trunk. (Duffel bags; they were easily accessible and you could grab 'em on the go. Much better than a trunk), and three, there was unfamiliar weight on his neck.

Sam reached up to scratch at it and he hit something cold and definitely not skin, successfully distracting him from any further searching of clues about how he got here. Nope, still no panicking, but Sam did furrow his eyebrows in confusion as he ran his fingers along the thing, trying to feel it out.

... was that a collar?

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And that made total sense.

Sam narrowed his eyes a little. The word King threw him for a loop, because he thought God was a pretty good title all in it's self. And the part about torrents and greed made about as much sense to him as trying to teach oral commands to a deaf dog.

"Sealed away?" The chances that Ankh was going to explain further? Pretty low. But Sam was still going to ask. "What for?"

For a minute Ankh seemed like he was going to keep talking, and then he held himself back for a moment in consideration. He looked around the room almost as if he was fidgeting nervously, before finally speaking and glaring at Sam once more.

"Tch...! Shut up!" Man just thinking about that stupid King OOO was pissing him off even more than he was when he was getting asininely assaulted by water. "Because he was consumed by his own desire. That's all."

Oh.

The edge of Sam's mouth tilted up in a smirk. He had interrogated enough people to know the signs that someone did not like where the conversation was going. And being yelled at to shut up really only proved Sam's suspicions.

And Sam was pretty sure Ankh wasn't talking about God gone AWOL anymore. Which made him very curious to find out who Ankh's superior was (who seriously liked to be called King? Did he still think it was the Middle Ages or something?).

"Desire for what?"

Sam smirking just seemed to make Ankh even angrier, and his mood was already declining rather fast. He stepped forward and grabbed the material of Sam's suit with his red-plated right arm, glaring at him as he spoke.

"Life. Power. Everything. He wanted to become a god." His words dripped with anger, and when he was done he released Sam with a good shove in the chest.

Sam didn't bother stopping Ankh as he gripped his shirt, and took a few steps back to steady himself with the shove. Only fixed a warning gaze on the other, more of a 'calm down or I'll have to restrain you' than a 'do that again and I'm gonna make you see stars' kind of way.

Sam wasn't looking for a fight. At least not with an angel, weak cherub or not, and certainlly not when he had only just got here. So, instead, Sam turned from the other after a moment of silent thought.

He knew there was more Ankh wasn't telling him, and Sam was definetly going to come back around to it at some point, but for now he would leave it. "No one can become a God." Sam finally replied.

~~Weak cherub what, he'll punch you in the jaw I mean~~

"Of course you can't just become a God," Ankh said, amazingly agreeing with Sam, impatient at the arrival of this conclusion; wasn't that obvious even to a guy who thought Ankh was some stupid angel or something?

"But that doesn't mean you can't try," He added almost as if it was an after thought, his tone retreating to a dull resentment as he looked away. "And he did."

~~Pfft. So weak that it'll tickle.~~

Oh.

Silently Sam looked back at Ankh, something definitely apologetic in his gaze. Yep, totally feeling bad for bringing all this up now. Ankh's tone and action kind of gave him away. "Sorry."

~~Oh no you didn't it is on~~

Ankh jerked his head back to look at Sam at the simple word, meeting the other's look of remorse with a face that was perplexed and possibly even more annoyed. This guy was apologizing? Ridiculous.

After a moment of staring, he made a 'tch' sound in annoyance as he scrunched up his face. "What do you know? I don't need your stupid apology."

~~Bring it, Cupid.~~

Yeah. He was apologizing. Because Ankh was obviously telling him something unpleasant and he felt bad for making him do so. And look at that! Ankh didn't look like a trampled and bitter puppy anymore, so obviously it did something.

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes, before turning towards Ankh and crossing his arms, expression hardening into irritation almost instantly. And really, Sam's expression and body language probably did all the talking for him.

~~Cupid wishes he were as awesome as me~~

Ankh largely resents being compared to any kind of puppy. Sam's quick mood shift seemed to amuse him slightly, but at least not enough to smirk. He looked around the room for a minute before nodding his head at Sam.

"If we're going to have to share the same room, just stay out of my way and away from my stuff," he huffed.

~~Or nauseated by the fact that you compare yourself to him.~~

Okay. That sounded so familiar that he almost snorted. How many times had he told his big brother that by now? Ugh, he stopped counting a long time ago.

Considering that, Sam porbably would stayed out of Ankh's stuff anyway. And, let's be honest, why would he want to get in his way anyway? It would be a complete waste of time.

So, "fine," Sam agreed easily enough.

~~It's strictly for comparison's sake, I assure you.~~

"Good," Ankh spat out. With that he seemed to be done; he gave Sam another once over, made his ever-so-charming 'tch' sound of annoyance, and departed from the room. It had been far too long since he ran out of ice cream anyway.

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